Thursday, August 14, 2008

The boy asked his mother, “Are all people really wolves?”

“No honey. Some people are crocodiles,” she replied.

His speculations had been validated, and the boy gazed out the window.


He [the wolf] is hunted by everyone. Everyone is against him and he is on his own.

And now the boy could move forward, for his confusions had been cleared up. He slithered off into the mad world with faith, for now he was allowed to become the most majestic creature he could ever want to be. And all anyone has ever seen of the boy was but an ancient tail, for the boy had decided he would outlive everyone.

1 comment:

c said...

,,,left breathing under there.